Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Imagining

how amazing my house is going to look with freshly painted walls and these stunning hardwood floors.

Ironic that I can only now begin to afford to improve my home - just as I'm selling it.

Listening to Flyleaf just makes me think about rough sex with the lead singer.  At first glance she's not at all my type physically - but man, at 4'11" and all of 90 pounds I can think of a few walls, fences and other solid, stationary objects I'd slam her up against (or with if you catch my drift).

Or should I be thinking of sweet, slow sex?

Fuck that - rough sex is on the mind.  Why fight it?

2 comments:

Malach the Merciless said...

Wow, your quite hostile

Parad0x said...

Haha, I wouldn't call that hostility Mal! ;)